A/N: Based off of this tumblr post: post/59746862624/dancetaire-sclez-enjolras-writing -secret
Short first chapter to kick things off and to give you an idea of what this is going to be like. I am not stating whether or not it is a modern day fic or not, as I want you to interpret this in the way you like and based off of your preferences. So there you go.
Dear Grantaire,
I quite appreciate the way you smile. It can truly make a person feel warm inside, which is a strange concept in which I am not completely familiar with. I think you should smile more. Not to say that you don't already smile enough. I enjoy the feeling I get when I see you so joyous. It is a funny thing how one can have an emotion based on another's feelings. I suppose that is what they call a bond.
Grantaire, I also admire the way you go about your everyday work. Though sometimes I believe you can be quite the slacker, you always manage to pull through for myself and for others. Dear God, I cannot believe I am actually saying this right now but your motivation inspires me. Because of you, I think that maybe it is okay to take a break every once and a while to enjoy everything life has to offer; which is why I am now working five until eight instead of four thirty to ten. Did you know that the ABC Café has this extraordinary menu of various food items to choose from? Yes, I learned that with the spare time I had off. To think, the place we spend so many hours of our lives in has more than just alcoholic beverages and an exquisite meeting place to offer! Fascinating!
All of this is beside the point, in fact, this letter is the most irrelevant thing I have done in years. Perhaps it even feels good. Now if you will excuse me, I must get back to work.
Keep smiling that gorgeous smile,
Your Secret Admirer
Enjolras refrained from rolling his eyes at his own handwriting that lay on the letter before him. "I am a child," he spoke aloud to himself as he folded the newly written love letter and placed it inside an envelope. Grabbing his red coat from the back of his chair, he dimmed the lights and headed towards the door of his office to leave for the night. Enjolras did not have a proper job, though he did work himself to the bone most days concerning over things a twenty six year old should not be worrying himself with. His office was located on the top floor of his neighbor's work place. They allowed for him to work there as long as he supplied his own paper and various stationary supplies. It was an offer Enjolras could not pass up as he was beginning to grow frustrated with the library and its daily visitors and his own apartment just would not do.
Walking home, the night carried a brisk wind that kept Enjolras' hands in his pockets and a scarf around his neck. Before returning home for the night he decided he would stop at Grantaire's home and leave the letter in his mailbox. Approaching the door, he noticed the lights turned out; Grantaire asleep. Do I kiss it?, Enjolras thought to himself as he opened up his friend's mailbox. Taking glances in all directions to make certain that no one was around he quickly kissed the envelope awkwardly and turned around and marched back home for the night.